A little bit of Jack--- Parking in a semi-residential area, Jack made preparations to sleep in the van. It had meant a trip to a store for supplies, but he knew how to keep his head down so his face was covered. There was enough room in the back to set up his gear. The floor of the passenger seat he reserved for a make-shift litter box, and he covered the windows with a standard sun screen that had a picture of a beach. No one would suspect the covert purpose of the vehicle. He cracked open a front window for air and gave the cat a look. “Don’t use it unless you really need to…” Jack smiled. He would be cleaning frequently but the cat’s company was worth the effort. He took up a position on the blankets, legs crossed, and put on the head phones. Turning the output to maximum, he would be able to eavesdrop on Marie from this distant location. Charles finished his food and rubbed on Jack’s legs to say, “What are you listening to?” “It’s her.” Jack answered the unspoken question. “I need to know who she contacts. It has been years and I think she feels safe, especially since that man’s confession.” The cat blinked in response. “Fine, you don’t agree…” Jack leaned back against the side of the van and closed his eyes. His head hurt and he had not been sleeping well… not for years. There were things that needed to be done before he sought treatment. He patted the top of the black backpack. For now, he was comfortable enough. Jack held Charles close and let his mind drift. Inexorably he returned to the place where he had died, where his soul had turned to the blackest of desires for retribution. The farm house was still in the early morning. Jack woke heart pounding, head aching, afraid to breathe that she might hear him. Blindfolded, he felt around the floor with his feet for the bowl of water and food that she would have left in the night. It was a good trick bound as he was to locate the meal, and sink his face into the provisions that were barely adequate to sustain his life. He fed hungrily, and even though it tasted bad, he wished for more. A trickle of blood dripped from his forehead, down his cheek and into his mouth, adding flavor to the gruel. Jack’s head pounded fiercely and he remembered the wound that she had inflicted with the heavy object. He had been unconscious for a while. Exactly how long, he had no way of knowing. The sound of a vehicle approaching over gravel made Jack jump back to the bench where he was tethered by a chain. “It’s time to go.” Jack heard a male voice. “I’ll take care of the rest.” “Can you see that it’s done?” There was hesitation in her voice as if she did not trust her partner. “No worries.” Jack heard the car door close and the sounds of the auto moved back down the long road. There were footfalls on the gravel indicating someone walking toward the shed where he lay, still chained to the wall. The noise stopped, and he imagined the man examining the room. The hair on the back of Jack’s neck stood on end as he prepared to meet his invisible doom. Instead of instant death, his captor kicked at the water dish pouring the contents between the floorboards. Jack waited perfectly still, knowing that any moment his life would be over, his only movement was the constant dripping of blood from his wound. The silence seemed to last forever, and Jack began to tremble from the tension. Fear gripped him. If the man saw he was awake, alive… Gasping for air, Jack sat up frightening the cat who had curled up beside him in a warm white fluffy ball. Its okay.” he said more to himself than Charles. It was far from the truth.
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